Reflections from 1983: A Dive Into “Red Riding: The Year of Our Lord”

Lads, I gotta tell you, watching “Red Riding: The Year of Our Lord 1983” feels like unraveling a dense mystery novel while wandering through a thick skog. It’s that last slice of the trilogy, directed by Anand Tucker—a name some of you might recognize, but if not, no worries. His touch is like a soft squeeze of the shoulder when you’re deep in thought. And then there’s David Morrissey and Sean Bean, bringing more weight to this saga than a midsummer smorgasbord.

Now, I’ll confess, the film was a challenge. I mean, these Yorkshire accents can be thicker than västerbotten cheese on a cracker. It’s gritty, oppressive, but oh-so intriguing. Every frame is soaked in this melancholic vibe that kinda reminds me of those long, rainy autumn days we get in Stockholm. You know the ones, when you’re holed up inside, nostalgically flipping through old family albums? Yeah, exactly that feeling.

There’s a moment that hit me hard—pretty sure it’s up there in the top ‘feels’ moments—right where the tension’s so thick, you could cut it with a butter knife. It brought me back to the time I got lost during a weekend away in Östersund. Everything was unfamiliar, a bit scary, and yet so compelling, just like the twists and turns of this plot.

And don’t even get me started on the themes of justice and corruption. Right now, with all that’s happening in the world, it feels like the film reaches out, slaps us with a reminder of how easily power can twist reality.

Look, it’s not perfect. Maybe it’s the pacing or the overall gloom. But you got to watch it for the storytelling—a complex tapestry intertwined with suspense and gritty realism. As an old saying goes, “Smaken är som baken,” and maybe this one isn’t everyone’s cup of coffee, but it’s worth a look, if you’re up for it.

Grab yourself a fika, sit down, and dive into that dark hole. Who knows what you’ll find on the other side?

Check the trailer below